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"And you, Mr. Sarby, I can tell from your attitude, from your look; you love Miss Dallas." "Your mother," he muttered, hardly believing the evidence of his own senses. "Your mother stole the devil-stick?" "It is an omen!" said the major, "an omen of good!".
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"I am disgusted with her, too," said Mrs. Dallas, indorsing the major's exclamation. "I merely raised my voice above the general clamor," Griffin went on with an icy stare towards her hidden critic, "to suggest that we show our appreciation of the delightful entertainment Miss Kendall has so thoughtfully provided us by giving her the Night Life Song, or the Academy Howl, whichever she prefers." She bowed to Elinor with exaggerated politeness. "Which shall it be, Miss Kendall? Each is equally diverting, but the Howl has the merit of greater brevity. No extra charge for the choice, you know, so speak up and name it." "Yes, I will," I sniffed in a comforted voice. What woman wouldn't be comforted by being called a "perfect flower"? I looked out between my fingers to see what more he was going to say, but he had turned to a shelf and taken down two books. "Can I do so?".
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